Superstitious Lady

My alter ego, the superstitious southern Italian peasant woman needs to just come on out and tell ya'll that Sophie's seizures have dramatically improved. This might be because the IVIG has kicked in

or the new drug Vimpat is helping

or the weaning of Keppra (she was on it for over seven years but I refuse to allow more than two drugs, so it had to come off) is helping

or the combination of all of the above, coupled with regular visits to the osteopath are conspiring to improve the strange workings of Sophie's brain

or the planets have finally aligned for her.

Your guess is as good as mine.

But it's good, really good.

And while I feel a bit like the pile of ashes left behind as the phoenix soars, my gratitude, hard-won, could burst at the seams. I'm adrift, laying back, my face to the sun but too tired to row.